Vault 32

Chapter 175 The real spy

His body hit the rock wall of the tunnel heavily, and Oliver felt his whole body vibrate violently, as if the shock wave of a 155mm howitzer hit his whole body abruptly.Even the bones in his chest were making a soft cracking sound, and he slowly opened his mouth to let out a breath of cool air. His eyes also looked at Liszt who was carrying him in front of him in horror, and wanted to say something, but that His compressed lungs made him unable to breathe.

The spliced ​​pointed steel ruler had already fallen to the ground, and rolled down a few steps along the downhill stone steps, but Oliver seemed to be appointed, and the fear and horror in his eyes finally became despaired.He quietly closed his eyes, despite the sharp pain in his chest, and subconsciously wanted to breathe, but Liszt had already left while carrying his body, and his whole body instantly collapsed on the stone steps, making a low, mournful cry. The groan-groan was obviously severely injured.

Struggling to stand up, a sharp pain made his legs weak. Oliver reached out and touched his breastbone, and some kind of tingling pain had followed the fingers he pressed down, making his nerves respond to his body. The brain protests in pain.Slowly opening his eyes, Oliver looked at the figure in front of him who was still smoking with his back turned to him, sniffed slightly in his nasal cavity, and couldn't help but whispered with a wry smile: "Mint-flavored cigarettes? I always thought that girls only Like to smoke this."

"Well, many ladies I met in the past did like to smoke this kind of thing."

Liszt turned his head slowly, and looked at this guy who was limp on the stone steps of the tunnel with a little interest. The cigarette in his mouth entered his lungs with his breathing, and sprayed out of his nasal cavity according to his physiological structure. , covered his face like a dense fog, and filled the tunnel with a choking smoke with a little mint flavor: "Why? You don't like this kind of cigarettes very much?"

"I like Texas cigarettes, they are quite strong, and they are the best that only real men can enjoy."

With a certain smile on his face, Oliver looked at the cigarette in Liszt's hand, and there was a bit of nostalgia between his brows, a trace of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, as if he was involved in some wound, making him gulp He began to cough, and patches of bright red appeared in his mouth and nasal cavity along with his violent tracheal vibration. It took a long time for him to calm down, and he couldn't help but smile more and more bitterly. : "The ribs are all broken, and two pieces seem to have pierced the heart. It seems that this time I really want to see what God looks like."

"Actually, go to hell and see what a devil or demon looks like. In my opinion, maybe you are not a devout believer. The chances of going to hell are much higher than going to heaven."

Puffing out a stream of smoke, Liszt quietly looked at Oliver, who was limp on the stone steps, and gently popped out the pack of cigarettes in his hand, and handed it to the guy's bloody lips, waiting for him to lightly He held it lightly, and at the same time stretched out a lighter to light it for him, then shrugged slightly and said: "Murder is not something a Christian would do, maybe the group of bad guys in hell will appreciate your behavior." Wei Wei paused After a pause, Liszt still showed a smile: "Maybe someone will accompany you."

Oliver didn't answer, just inhaled the cigarette in his mouth slightly, the mint fragrance made him unable to help squinting his eyes, and the expression on his face was also a kind of calm.The pain on his body had been suppressed by his rationality, and he stretched out his hand to flick the cigarette ash slowly. He looked up at Liszt, his face finally became a bit serious, and he asked in a self-deprecating tone: "Actually, I Really a member of the Enclave, but why do you think I'm going to kill you?"

"You did choose to assassinate me just now, didn't you?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Liszt looked at Oliver in front of him. He looked young but had a few wrinkles. Looking carefully, he found that he was definitely older than himself, but he was well maintained.Squatting in front of him, Liszt stretched out his hand to pick up the spliced ​​sharp-edged steel ruler, and bent it slightly in his hand. The soft but tough material made him raise his eyebrows, and he also smiled at Oliver. He touched his forehead with his fingers and said, "I said I guessed it, the great sixth sense, do you believe it?"

"I still choose to believe."

He exhaled slowly, but this action seemed to involve his wound, and he coughed out a big mouthful of blood.With a ferocious pain on his face, he slowly gritted his teeth, but the gushing blood had even spewed out from his nasal cavity along with the cough, Oliver leaned his head on the rock wall in pain, Looking at Liszt with despairing eyes, his voice was already inaudible: "But is this true?"

"Really." Liszt nodded, he didn't hide much about this guy who was about to die, and he didn't even have much ill feeling towards Oliver, who had just met him and was now facing each other for life and death.After a slight pause, he looked into Oliver's eyes, with a little doubt in his tone, and asked slowly: "But why did the Enclave organization choose to give up on me? From the beginning to now, I have contacted many times. assassination, or an extremely malicious mission against me."

"Experimental City No. [-], which is the city you once lived in."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Oliver's mouth, he was happy to see that even Liszt in front of him was deflated, but he still gently exhaled the bloody smoke in his lungs, and his pale and bloodless lips were gone. explained his state.After pondering for a moment, he still looked at Liszt and said slowly: "Some people don't want the birth of the Anchorage Line of Defense, and they don't want a capable person to become a defensive hero in Alaska." While talking, his There was also a bit of sarcasm in the eyes: "There are always some powerful companies that hope to test the weapons they research through the fall of Alaska."

"There are always some ambitious people who want to fulfill their political demands through the occupied Alaska?"

Slowly lowering his head, Liszt looked at Oliver who was gradually losing his spirit in the eyes in front of him. He knew that this guy definitely used a fake name, but he frowned slightly at the fact that this guy told the truth before he died. He gritted his teeth, but I couldn't help asking, "Do you seem to have any other wishes?"

If he didn't ask for anything, this Oliver would never tell so many truths, and Liszt could also sense the meaning of his words, so he took the initiative to ask.But this Oliver closed his eyes slightly, as if he had died, and slowly coughed up blood, which dyed his fair chin red, and he seemed to have a force coming from nowhere, and opened his eyes. Eyes turned to Liszt and said slowly: "There are always people who are unwilling to be manipulated, so we started to resist. Although the strength of our resistance is quite ridiculous to them, in the name of the brotherhood, we will eventually break away from this dark organization."

(End of this chapter)